Newspaper Staff Meeting, Friday after classes, Journalism Room [12/4]

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"I'm sorry, guys. I brought a box of pastries from JGOB, but when I opened it, I found Christmas ornaments instead," said Hoshi, looking apologetic as she held up a shiny bauble. "You can visit me tomorrow at the hotel and I'll give you all the apple strudel you can eat. Anyway, there's lots of newsworthy stuff going on this week, with the play going on and the teal deer banquet. Who wants to volunteer to cover some of these stories?"

Studio Art, Friday, Period Four, Week Thirteen

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Steve seemed to be in a very good mood today. That might have something to do with how he was no longer a turkey. "We've barely scratched the surface of all the different ways art can be made this semester, I'm afraid, but our time is coming to an end in a couple of weeks, so you'll have to continue your exploration on your own. Or in another art class, who knows? Today is dedicated to one of the other major paint mediums, watercolor." Steve provided a brief lecture on what made watercolor different from some of the other paint options, with some suggestions on technique, then said, "You have your choice of paints, and your assignment for the day is to choose one of the paintings in this packet," he said as he handed copies of said packet out, "and reproduce it. It doesn't have to be an exact copy, just your interpretation. You can begin now."

Humorous History: Friday, Period 1, Class 12

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"Last time we talked about Abraham Lincoln before he was President. This time we're going to fast forward a bit and get to a bit of weirdness after he died," Jim said.

"Counterfeiting money was apparently big business during and after the Civil War. One of the biggest counterfeiting rings was based in Illinois, Lincoln's home state and also where he was buried. So when one of their best men got arrested, it was bad for business and real money stopped coming in. So the gang's leader, a guy named Big Jim Kennally, figured they'd make up for the lost business by stealing Lincoln's corpse and ransoming it for two hundred thousand dollars and the release of their guy in prison. Completely reasonable, right?"

( The plot to rob Abe's plot. )

Library [12/04]

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Today was the sort of day that saw Jono bustling into the library almost late, finding his way to the nearest seat, and then depositing his bottom into it and swearing to himself that he wasn't going to move from that spot unless he absolutely had to, damn it.

Because, not only was he still a little on the tired, distracted side after all that had been going on this week, but if he didn't move, then he couldn't stumble across any more of those stupid holiday ornaments. Right?

... Right?

[No OCD today, sorry this is a smidgen late-ish. The bus system hates me.]

Engineering Math, Period 2, 4 Dec '09

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Mohinder was at the front of a classroom that had an uncanny resemblance to a computer lab; if one which had sprouted typewriters on steroids, interconnections of cogs and valve banks amongst the more usual array of desk and laptops.

"If you want to hide information more securely than just by concealing its location, then you need to change the information itself. Passing on 'The elk flies at midnight' can mean something else entirely to the right listener," said Mohinder. Or warn them to duck when out that night. Carrying an umbrella.

"Cryptographers have devised, and broken, a number of code systems," he said, passing out a few examples. "From the simple - the replacing of one letter with another, transposing groups of letters and those ciphers based on the sender and recipient having the same edition of the same book." Mohinder elaborated, encoding and decoding, with increasing complex ciphers.

"The complexity of some cipher keys has become so great that breaking them may be impossible," Mohinder closed, "Barring quantum computing or breaking the chain with the user. Now, it's time to try your techniques at coded communication."

[OCD has been decoded!]